Authors Note: Sorry for the long repreive people, mostly had to do with my losing this internet for a while. If I still have peoples attention hope ya like!
George sat Bob against the wall beginning to check on the older man. Cindy had led them upstairs where the others were currently looking for the key. Something was very wrong with Bob and he'd seen the worry in Mark's eyes.
"Please tell me, what is hurting you the most?" George asked his well rehersed questions. This wasn't much differant from the hospital really.
"I...I don't know..." Bob spoke weakly, looking up to him with death in his eyes. "It's just...everything. It's very hard to explain...my neck..my back. Everything itches...it's hard to move."
"I see..." George mused to himself. This sounded like a case of shingles, he was half enticed to ask him if he had chicken pox when younger. David emerged from the outside room with a led pipe, then walked past George and Bob without a word into the far room. He was beginning to scare George.
"Well, you just sit here, I'm gonna-" he was cut off by a loud noise from downstairs. "...I'll be right back..." George walked out of the lounge area to the stairs to see the commotion...and his face paled at the sight he saw. The door had given in and a flood of those crazed people were heading up stairs, the pack reacing out hungrily for him. "Oh no...I have to warn-ah!" He ran back to the lounge area and looked around-a scream was heard, Cindy's and for a moment he began to panic. "David! Mark! I need help!"
"Oh god, Oh god...Stay calm..." he breath out through ragged breath, turning to see a pile of boards. Suddenly steps were heard behind him-Bob seemed to have something in his hand.
"George...I found this on the counter..." A nail gun! Perfect!
"Thanks Bob." he snatched the nail gun from his grasp and picked the the boards beginning to bolt each one in place...he saw the creatures had made it fully up the stairs! Board 2...Board 3...Board 4! Each one was a bit lop sided but it was a good barriacade..for now. The stench of death filled the air as a hand reached through and grabbed his shoulder. Fear shot through him until a Gunshot was heard-George felt the air from it as it hit the creature dead on."
"Smart thinking soldier. Creating a barricade to stop them!" Mark stood in the center of the room-Cindy behind him now holding a broom stick.
"Thanks...but this won't hold them for too long-did you find anything?" George looked at them anxious, then looked back at the creatures...LSD perhaps?
"Here..." A gruff voice sounded, David returned blood spattered across his uniform like he'd committed murder. But he seemed unfazed as he handed Cindy the key. "Is this what were looking for?" He questioned, his pipe stained with blood.
"Yes! That's the key to the wine storage upstairs!" She spoke excited, walking over with the key to the door and unlocked it. "C'mon! I know the way to the roof!" She entered the door, followed by David who pushed George aside without a word.
"You alright buddy?" Mark asked Bob sincerly, George thought it best to just move up, holding the door open for Mark and Bob as they climbed up the stairs. The creatures were beginning to claw the barricade apart. George looked at them a moment...they seemed to reach out for him he remembered very well how paitents would cry out for his help...tucking the thought away he walked up the stairs. "I will not die here..."